I’m fist-pumping while running past the all-hardstyle Q-Dance Stage in a mad dash to make the tail end of Tinlicker’s set. One of the few English speakers I met on the press shuttle, a photographer from the United States, is supposed to take shots during the performance by the Dutch deep house duo. But we left the media hotel late, so by the time we arrived to Tomorrowland and made it past security, we only had 27 minutes before they finished.
“I’m not gonna make it,” she says in defeat as she looks out on the sea of people moving every which way. I switch to motivational speaker mode and assure her we will. I take out the thick, accordion-style festival guide gifted from the media coordinator back at hotel check-in. Frantically reaching towards the bottom of my Mary Poppins backpack, I find the guide and open it, turning from the timetable side over to the festival map side. This place is huge.